The sky was painted a fiery orange as if the sun was in a hurry to go down and leave the world to the mercy of the night.
The birds and cricket had started their evening chorus, singing their lullaby to the world, bidding farewell to the day that had just passed.
As the sun continued to sink lower, Nyla urged her mount to pick up its pace, eager to reach their destination before nightfall.
Their ranking had also stabilized as they had started hunting and going towards the eastern side. The previous rank of Purple Lovebug, which was thirty-two, shot up and became eighteen with two hundred thirty points.
*Howl!*
Suddenly they heard a low growling sound, coming from up ahead. They looked carefully, but there was no sign of any beast or danger nearby. They continued on, but the sound grew louder and more menacing.